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Better the Devil You Know	By : Meowshi Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 1523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story contains original characters, but many names of places, spells, monsters, etc are from D&D.

Chapter List
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Chapter 6: Humiliation and Heartbreak

The evening continued with Lilouette performing menial tasks for the three noblemen in an appropriately subservient manner. The tasks were embarrassing but nothing she couldn’t handle, and she began to suspect that she could make it through the night relatively unscathed.
“Rraawrk!” Scuttlefeather squawked dizzily as he spilled his wine on the carpet. The young aarakocra was unused to full-bodied liquid wines as his people preferred to eat fermented fruit directly. He raised his feathered hands in apology.
“That’s quite alright milord,” Lilouette groveled obediently, “I’ll go fetch some cleaning rags from the kitchen.”
Her cousin shot up at this announcement and his face darkened nefariously. “There is no need to run all the way to get kitchens, girl. Just use the rags you’re wearing.”
Lilouette looked up at him with confusion and then back down at herself. Although she had known she was going to be attending to her cousin this evening, she hadn’t put on rags. She still wore her fancy high-necked gown and all its expensive accouterments.
“You heard me,” her cousin stated definitively, his tone allowing for no more argument.
The young tiefling panicked, her eyes darting to Scuttlefeather and Breowan in the corner of the room. In front of them?
Her eyes asked the terrifying question since she couldn’t voice it.
Her cousin shrugged, as though he were not asking her to debase herself in front of strangers of a much lower social standing than she. “It’s not like they’ve never seen a serving girl nude before.”
She looked pleadingly into her cousin’s eyes, searching for a hint of some of the kinship and fondness they used to share with one another, but she recognized nothing but disdain in those cold pools of obsidian.
Casting her eyes downward, she began unfastening the back of her bodice. Letting it fall at her feet, she then started to reach for the hem of her dress, but decided to untie the silver sash from her waist instead, hoping to delay her humiliation as much as possible. Although she wasn’t looking up, she could feel three sets of eyes boring into her, and she hesitantly kicked off her boots and peeled the tights off her of her long, toned legs. Finally, with a heavy sigh of resignation, she grasped the bottom of her dress and quickly pulled it over her head.
She looked up apprehensively at her audience, feeling a tightness in her throat and chest now that she was standing before them half-naked. Her only means of modesty were a tight pair of periwinkle undergarments and a thin undershirt in the same color. Ethelbert’s eyes were as wide as saucers as they swept over the sharp lines of her iliac furrows. Scuttlefeather was perched forward in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed hungrily on her lower body like a bird of prey stalking its prey. His feathered body seemed tensed, ready to pounce. Her cousin, who had mostly viewed her with disinterest and scorn up until this point, now scrutinized her with a look of desire that should have been shameful for a man his age.
Lilouette dropped to the floor, taking her expensive gown into her trembling hands, and began daubing at the soiled carpet. Of course, this didn’t accomplish much more than ruining her dress and the rug, but she suspected cleanliness wasn’t really on the minds of the three males openly staring at her.
As she scrubbed at the wine-stained carpet, Lucien’s eyes wandered over her peachy backside, drinking in the way the imprint of her lower lips bled through the thin material. Although usually only awakened by violence, he suddenly felt his infernal urge to defile and ruin bubbling beneath the surface as he stared at his little cousin.
“Enough! Forget the damn carpet, I want the rest of it off.”
The little tiefling shuddered dejectedly, having expected this order from Lucien. What she hadn’t anticipated was the insatiable, desirous tone his voice would adopt when he gave it. She looked up into his eyes and was horrified by the wanton look he was giving her.
She stood up shakingly and wrenched her shirt up above her head, revealing the black, barely-there buds of her chest. She reached for her underwear and scooted them down her hips, trying her best to keep her legs closed and not bend over. Unfortunately, her cousin would not be satisfied until she fully degraded herself.
“Get back on the floor,” he demanded, his eyes gleaming with a malicious light, as if he relished the thought of exerting his dominance over her. “Show my companions how a tiefling submits.”
Lilouette’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he sought from her. In the Nine Hells, weaker devils would often kneel and prostrate themselves to show remorse (or allegiance) to an infernal in a position of higher authority. On the mortal plane, noble-born tieflings had started to adopt this humiliating tradition, although nakedness usually wasn’t involved.
The little tiefling steeled herself before kneeling on the ground, bringing her small hands together and pressing them firmly to the floor, fingers splayed wide. She blinked back tears as her forehead touched the ground, causing her back to arch and pushing her ass up into the air. In this position, nothing was hidden. Her pillowy cheeks spread obscenely, revealing the tiny, dark ring she voided from. To her horror, she felt the tightly-pressed, aubergine lips of her immature sex open slightly, revealing a sliver of the moist pinkness inside.
Scuttlefeather cooed excitedly as her secrets were revealed to the room, his nictitating membrane flashing behind his wire-framed reading lenses. Ethelbert gawped dumbly, mouth opening and closing as though he was a guppy gasping for air. He shifted nervously in his chair, feeling an unfamiliar straining in his pants.
Lilouette could only whimper at the indecent display she was making of herself. She couldn’t blame the human boy and the aarakocra for the way they looked at her, they were close to her age and she knew how powerful the blossoming hormones of youth could be. But her cousin was nearly ten years her senior, and he had just finished assaulting her in the training yard!
Was there no decency left in him?
As if in answer to this unvocalized question, Lucien grabbed Ethelbert by the shoulders and shook him excitedly. “Never seen a tiefling’s shithole and cunt before? Your family rejects the religious bigotry of the Duc but I still can’t imagine they would be fine with you bringing one of us home, eh? Let me show you what you’re missing out on!”
Lilouette shrieked as she felt her cousin’s finger lightly spreading the lips of her sex open. Her body immediately recoiled at the foreign, unwanted touch. Fury overtook her reason at that moment and she spun around, dragging her taloned fingers across her's cousin's handsome face. The atmosphere in the room immediately changed as Lucien growled and backhanded her across the floor.
Four bright red lines formed and bubbled on his lower right cheek. The wounds were shallow and likely would not even scar, but they bleed profusely and damaged his pride most of all. His two companions had backed themselves into a corner and were hugging each other as they reverberated with fear. They knew how violent Lucien got when his ego was wounded.
“You don’t touch me! You may never touch me!” Lilouette screamed. She had been willing to humiliate herself in order to keep her word to her cousin, but she would not let him touch her. That crossed a line. He should know better!
Her bloody digits were outstretched in front of her, claws glinting in the moonlight, almost daring him to strike her again. She hissed murderously, the sound escaping from her lips like air escaping from a punctured lung. Lucien let out a deafening roar in response, his rage exploding from somewhere deep and hot inside of him like the bellows of Hephaestus’ forge. He was fully lost to the demon now.
“I’ll do more than touch you, you little bitch!” he screamed, blood dripping from his face in thick, languid drops. His voice was not his own.
Lilouette expected him to come charging at her but instead, his hands reached for the buckles and fastenings of his pants. Her anger immediately evaporated and was replaced with a constricting feeling of fear.
“C-cousin? Please, think! You must control yourself!” she spoke in a soft, reverent tone; trying to coax the demon out of him. He didn’t seem to hear her though, as he was busy wrestling his pants down to his ankles. Despite the terrifying situation she found herself in, she couldn’t help but to gape at Lucien's lower body.
Apparently, it seemed as though her cousin’s goat-like characteristics didn’t stop at his furry, ungulated legs as she had suspected. Rather, the bestial appearance persisted up to his waist, gradually giving way to a more human-like form as it approached his navel. That meant that his lower anatomy was entirely inhuman, a sight that was both unsettling and alarming to behold. What she had often assumed was a human-like, though large, penis hanging down the side of his leg, was actually just a furry penile sheath. His actual penis was apparently stored deep within his body, and she couldn't imagine how large and horrific it must be if the sheath was any indication.
As if on cue, her cousin began to grow engorged in front of her. The fear in her eyes seemed to be exactly what he needed to get excited, and his wet sword pushed proudly out of its furry scabbard. Her pearlescent gaze widened in horror as she saw the pulsating, fleshy monstrosity growing before her. The vile thing didn’t flare out with a mushroom-shaped glans like a normal penis, but instead ended in a perverse chisel-tip that dribbled a continuous, thick, viscous liquid from the head. The sight of it caused her stomach to churn on itself.
“Hold the black bitch down,” Lucien called to his companions, his cacophonous voice now sounded like many sinister voices blended together. “I'm going to cleanse her bloodline and give her a bastard with an Asmodean ancestry." When his friends didn’t move from the corner of the room, he struck a nearby table with his fist, the force of his anger causing it to splinter and break.
Needing no more encouragement, the two cowering nobles wrestled Lilouette down to the ground and held her open for the towering, wrathful tiefling. He advanced towards her; his inflamed, edematous member throbbing violently. Though she didn't have any frame of reference for big penises could get, she guessed it to be nearly a foot in length. Perhaps larger.
“Lucien, please! Come to your senses! Daddy will have you executed! This will mean war between our families!” Lilouette was pleading now, beating her little hands against her cousin’s powerful chest. He grabbed her knees ravenously, barely hearing her words. Devilish laughter filled the room although his own lips weren't moving.
"Stop! You'll kill me!" She rightfully assessed that if he attempted to enter her, then she would not survive the encounter. Her tears flowed freely now, not simply out of fear, but also out of sorrow for the monster her cousin had become. She reached up to caress his face; to hopefully remind him of how close they used to be. But the older tiefling could not be reasoned with or calmed down with sentimentality.
On that late, moonlit night only the cold, metal hands of Vigil wrapping around the tiefling's neck prevented him from brutalizing his cousin.
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